Prismacolor pencils. Bajillions of them. Magazine cover commissioned for issue one of 'The Otter Limits'. I went hog-wild on this, pulling out my adoration for the old, OLD Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon era streamline science fiction. Then I lost myself for long hours working on that starry sky, and had to seriously rush the foreground. The poor hyenas in Romanesque armor with laserguns in the lower left shrunk to a third their number and were horribly undetailed. The moonscape was reduced to a series of (I hoped would be read as) radiating blast shadows, and I ended up filling more of the picture than I had originally intended to with the explosion and magma (mmmmmmagma). Most disappointing, at this size, the transparent purplish smoke from the burning futurist city just looks like a purple blob or mountain, and the tiny spinning planet beneath the vixen's clutching hand is almost lost in the purple of her cloak. I think I just tried to cram too much crap into too little time and space. Ming-the-Merciless-ish vixens, a skunk princess, a bare-chested otter hero, rockets with swept fins, alien cities, threatened planets, explosions, lasers, galactic starscapes and alien landscapes and leave us not forget the Edsel logo on the rocketcycle...

But you know something? I had fun. I really enjoyed this. It was probably the only thing I did in the last of my really creative years in the early 90s where I really was enjoying myself doing the art.

You just KNOW I was listening to Queen's soundtrack the whole time, don'cha?